Lalande puffed one more smoke cloud at Alana-in true Halfling defiance-and packed it back into her belt.
"Aye, righto."
She slug her bag back over shoulder and began moving on with the rest. As usual, she was content to speak with the Elf. They sometimes shared stories.
"Nice workout, huh, Alana? Bet we'll face bigger Golems down yonder. Dwarves said to make Golems of all sorts of stuff. Gold, Bronze, Stone, Crystal...
Even heard of a Cheese Golem once, back home. Said it was summoned from a eatery with a Druidic curse or somesuch-should always be careful insulting strangers, that what I say. Fellow dropped a magic stick on the front stoop, next morning, yon Golem blew out the front window and stomped itself down main street. Right interesting sight. Eight or twenty feet tall, heavy as an overburdened wagon or three, bright yellow and green, full of holes. Ya believe that?
Old man said it took a hundred hungry Halflings to bring it down with forks, knives and crackers. Quite a sharp taste, he said, and no better than a tussle and a nice meal afterwards all agreed. Wanted to summon a Beer Golem afterwards, but we never got that magic stick to work right again.
Ya ever heard of a Cheese Golem, Alana? Yer mindy Elves ever make somethin' useful like that?"
There was no way to tell if Lalande was bring truthful or not. Her face maintained a mask of calm, halflingish innocence...though she did have the trace a smile on her lips.
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